She is a soft rose pedal who let a still
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Dream of flying in the wind.

I have never heard anyone say it like you.
You really said it best.
To bad you never get the credit.
But when do you ever do?

I know what its like. Always brushed underneath the bus.
People go so slow.
I wonder if they know where the river flows.

A spring wound up so tight
It's about to come undone

Strings so tense
It's going to pop

Music so loud
It's going to blow out


I'm in love.

I'm deaf but you haven't left.
You shed a tear for me.
A fear that I can't listen to all the beauty the world has to say.
Just because my ears don't work doesn't mean I can't hear.

My heart can hear everything you say.

Whisper in her ear.

Hold her close.

Shiver when we're here.

An older pose.

I want a violet rose.

Grow strong silently.

Where violence has no say.

Where a river softly flows.

A star so far.

Tears can fall.

I want a violet rose.

A mountain sits way up high.
Flowing streams of stress flows through his shattered body.
So much wear and tear breaks him down.
Its always cold no matter how close to the sun.
Stuck in his worrys he can't move.
He pears over the clouds and spys a leaf.
Oh how wishes he can be a leaf.
Fly around to see this world. Have beautiful colors which burn so bright it will start a fire deep inside. Float with such ease in a carefree summer breeze. 
Dance anytime it pleases.
Taking chances of romance.
There's never any grief.
He loves the leaf.

Remember the small ember drifting through the cold starry void. Alone it goes to an enigma. Call him yer own.
What makes the past never come forth?
Can there be some worth?
The spark starts shifting and with it, a tint of grey trys to smother another's dream. The freezing air hugs my flame and wants to blow it out with one swift breath. Raise a glass to all the lonely wishers. For their hearts land in an abyss in which they can't creep out of. But they hold on, for there's an ember burning.